Page 102 of Driven By Dragonblood
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Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.
Patrick ignored me and the tears on Prim’s cheeks, taking out his anger on his mates who willingly submitted to help bring him to his senses and find peace with his beastly half.
He didn’t deserve us, or so he thought, but we would do everything within our power to help make him—and us—whole.
Lashes landed, lesser in impact as Patrick found satisfaction in the marks on our skin. Arousal climbed higher among us, our needs feeding off each other. Dragons prowled inside, Prim’s closer to the surface, her eyes glowing amber and gold, no longer wet with tears.
I lost myself in her stare, drowning in her desire to be filled by both of us. Her womb would welcome our seed—we would create life as we’d been destined to do.
A low groan rumbled from Patrick, his belt clattering to the hardwood floor. He grabbed hold of our backsides, a palm for each of his mates, fingers digging into heated flesh, intensifying the sting from his lashes.
“Jesus fucking Christ—so good for me.” He kneaded our backsides, the scent of his pre-cum making both of us hunger for a taste.
“Such a good little boy and girl.” He smacked us both, humming as his dick bucked inside his slacks. “I don’t know which one of you I want to sink my cock into first.”
A sour scent wafted through our room?—
“You sickfuck!”
Prim and I both jerked upright, a slew of emotions rushing through the bond. The sting in our backsides connecting with the bed dissolved as adrenaline crashed over us like a wave.
All three inner dragons growled and hissed, but it was Patrick who seemed to grow three feet taller, darkness surrounded him as he spun, hands fisted at his sides. “Jessie,” he bit out her name like a curse.
She stood in the open doorway, bloodshot eyes taking in our nudity, a scowl uglying her mouth.
Patrick stepped in front of us to shield his mates from her stare, his muscles quivering. I swore scales covered his back for the span of a heartbeat, midnight blue, shimmery like a rainbow.
Prim whimpered, and I clutched her waist, pulling her tight against me.
“How thefuckdid you get in here?” Patrick demanded.
“You should be more worried about the fact you’re fucking children!” Jessie shrieked, her words slurred.
Patrick vibrated, the clench in his gut causing mine to knot. Tendons stood out in his neck, his pulse throbbing, making mine and Prim’s do the same.
I hugged her tighter as images of what could be crashed through our minds.
“You’re one sick fuck, Pat,” Jessie spat, the scent of booze reaching my nose.
“Out!” he roared with an inhuman voice.
The sound of stumbling footfalls sounded—and Patrick stalked after her, his stomps louder down the stairs in pursuit of his drunk ex.
“Jax…”
I slid Prim onto my lap, wishing I could rid her of the tumbling emotions and thoughts causing her flight instincts to kick in. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Stay with me. We’ll get this figured out. Everything is going to be fine—we’re fated. Nothing can keep us apart.”
At least, I hoped for that truth to reign over our destiny.
Patrick hollered for Jessie to get out again, his voice easily reaching through the floor separating us.
“Sick fuckingpedophile!” Jessie screamed, and a stinging slap sounded.
The anger radiating through the bond spiked, our alpha’s growl vibrating through both Prim’s and my chest.
Patrick hissed, his humanity slipping toward the edge of losing control to instinct. “Leave before I rip your flesh to shreds.”
